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[ Charlie's seated on the beach again, holding a remote control in one hand while some sort of quadcopter/car thing sits nearby. She's installing batteries and pressing switches on the remote into the copter,frowning just a bit and looking over directions. ]
...shoulda paid attention to the guy I bought this from.
[ Oh, well. She turns again to address the MID, smiling a bit. ]
When I was eleven years old, I lived with my grandparents. At one point, I got really sick and had to stay in bed for a good, long while. A few weeks, I think. My grandfather had this habit of telling me a joke when I was feeling miserable. It was always the same joke, but it made me laugh every time.
I just remembered it and wanted to know if anyone else had a better one.
[ This may be a vague challenge towards one Nathan Drake. And Charlie is bored. ]
A guy is sitting at home when he hears a knock at the door. He opens the door and sees a snail on the porch. He picks up the snail and throws it as far as he can. Three years later there’s a knock on the door. He opens it and sees the same snail. The snail says: ‘What the hell was that all about?’
[ She shrugs and smirks some, rolling her eyes a tad. ]
Stupid, I know. But I love it. Let's hear another one.
...shoulda paid attention to the guy I bought this from.
[ Oh, well. She turns again to address the MID, smiling a bit. ]
When I was eleven years old, I lived with my grandparents. At one point, I got really sick and had to stay in bed for a good, long while. A few weeks, I think. My grandfather had this habit of telling me a joke when I was feeling miserable. It was always the same joke, but it made me laugh every time.
I just remembered it and wanted to know if anyone else had a better one.
[ This may be a vague challenge towards one Nathan Drake. And Charlie is bored. ]
A guy is sitting at home when he hears a knock at the door. He opens the door and sees a snail on the porch. He picks up the snail and throws it as far as he can. Three years later there’s a knock on the door. He opens it and sees the same snail. The snail says: ‘What the hell was that all about?’
[ She shrugs and smirks some, rolling her eyes a tad. ]
Stupid, I know. But I love it. Let's hear another one.
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That kinda wins. Good job.
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It was that or ask how the hell the snail knocked in the first place.
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I've got nothing either, except to wonder that my first thought was about the snail knocking, rather than the snail talking.
[ And the pun, of course. ]
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But for whatever reason he found himself typing back. ]
I was going to say it backed it's shell into the door but then I realized that would have taken it two days between knocks.
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